Dairy Cows, Windmills And Race Cars!
Trip Start Jun 17, 2009
3Trip End Jun 19, 2009
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Lunchtime took us to Wubben's Bar & Grill located in downtown Woden. Try to find the restaurant's ingenious advertising in the photo. Great food and awesome entertainment was provided by Bruce the owner.
We continued on to my second cousin's farm where he's been renovating his parent's old home into a larger, up-to-date house. No one was at the construction site so we moved on to where his family presently lives, which happens to be the farm where my mother's parents lived. Still no one home. We stared in amazement at how much the trees had all grown. I remember spending time with my grandparents who had a love for nature and cared for the earth by planting trees all around the farm.
Our travels took us on to Titonka, a nearby town of about 580, to visit an old neighbor and friend. Trivia time -- in the movie Dances With Wolves, the Indians called the buffalo 'titonka' and the name is an actual Sioux word meaning "Big Black" or buffalo.
Late in the afternoon I headed to my long-time friend Anita's place to visit with her and her family. Once you've moved away from the country where every road is spaced a mile apart and farms disappear over time, the landscape starts to look foreign. This time, however, I managed to drive right up to the lane without blowing by it. The family (Anita, husband Steve, son Eric and daughter Jenee) surprised me with an impromptu birthday party complete with cake and presents. What a treat even though I'd much rather skip this particular birthday.
We all decided to head to nearby Algona for the stock car races. I was more than game since this would be my first time and what fun it was although my ears were ringing till the next day. Jenee took great delight whenever the car I picked to win would meet with disaster. My picks tended to crash into the fence, get swiped by a competitor, lose a wheel, or as in one case, they just drove right off the track.
Halfway through the races all kids were invited to take a ride on the school bus. I was thinking 'why'? Most of us in the midwest rode a bus daily to school and those that didn't were 'town kids'. Nevertheless, the bus was crammed full of screaming youngsters and took off down the track. Now I understood -- the bus rode the track twice and then became the pace car for the next race. All right, not so weird anymore.
End of a long, but fun, day.